Emily Albemarle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Walking down Elm Street, you’ll catch sight of rundown murals and quirky little flower beds bursting like mini rebellions against morning drudgery. I swear, sometimes I can almost quote: "Your dwelling is a constant reminder of life's ephemeral beauty." But then I snap back to reality with a snarky grin. Seriously, who knew walls could talk, right?

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